2 SEPTEMBER 1893, Page 16

POETRY.

A JUNE STORM.

SULLENLY fell the rain while under the oak we stood, It hissed in the leaves above us, and big drops plash'd to the ground, And a horror of darkness fell over river and field and wood, Where the trees were huddling together like children scared by a sound. Then suddenly rang a note from a wild-bird out of the trees In quick response to a sunbeam, and lo, o'erhead it was fair, And sweet was the smell of the meadow, and pleasant the hum. of the bees, As we look'd in each other's eyes—and the rain-drops shone- in your hair. H, J.